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Look Who's Three!

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By marydalene

I’m sure you have noticed that I have been a little bit absent around here. For pretty much the entire summer.

I’ve had plenty to write about, I’m just not sure why it never happened. I just didn’t make it a priority. Sorry about that. And life has moved on, shockingly, and now I have so many milestones that I didn’t write about but that I wanted to. At any rate, now I’m playing catchup.

The upside? You should see quite a few posts soon. The downside? There will be lots of words. Lots of pictures. You have been warned.

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I guess I should start with the fact that my little guy is now 3 years old. Three! I know I say this so often, but he really is our happy little punk. He’s always looking to get a laugh (he’s starting to develop a sense of humor, and wants to make us laugh) and be silly. He loves to be LOUD.

Mini-Ryan story to illustrate my point: We took the kiddos to Seven Peaks a couple of times this summer. Ryan likes the Lazy River and to float on one of the tubes. The first time we went in the river, he started singing at the top of his lungs, “Row, row, row your boat!” If we weren’t outside, he would have deafened all of us, he was so loud. He was having such a good time. He sang it several times while we were on the river.

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He loves his family. Today in church, he was a little grumpy with me because I wouldn’t let him walk around with Jared while he was doing a attendance count during Sacrament Meeting. Eventually I got him to settle down, and even got him to snuggle a bit with me. He then proceeded to give me several kisses on the cheek (which I reciprocated). He loves to play with his sister, and loves it when Timothy will play with him too (which is pretty rare).

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He loves his mac and cheese. Still probably his favorite food, although tortillas in just about any form is also very acceptable. He loves bread. And chocolate. He was given a large bag of M&Ms for his birthday, and he has loved eating them.

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I love his sense of joy. He will shriek quiet happily at the smallest things, and he loves to BE happy. (My eardrums wish he would take it down a notch, but it’s hard not to enjoy his enthusiasm for many things. Although he does wear me out by the end of the day. And himself, for that matter. He crashes hard because he doesn’t like to take naps, but by 7 p.m. he is dragging if he doesn’t. Silly boy.)

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He loves to open presents. He really got the gift concept this year at Christmas, and he was excited to be able to open more presents on his own for his birthday. He keeps asking if it is Christmas time yet. Sorry, dude, not for another 3 months.

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He loves to play outside. He loves to go to the park and LOVES the swings (my only kid at this age who I practically have to pry off of the swings – Sarah and Timothy both cried until we took pity on them and let them do other things).

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He is my explorer. He loves to play in the sand and the water (and sometimes both at the same time) and doesn’t mind the consequences, as long as I can eventually clean him up.

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Silly Sarah, wrapping herself up in the present leftovers.

In short, I’m happy my little guy is part of our family. I can’t imagine our family without him. He’s hard not to love. Happy birthday!

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  1. Jocelyn the elderSeptember 12, 2015 at 9:33 PM

    A happy day for all the family
    and now shared through pictures

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